Crazy How Life Works: Finding Peace with My Ex

If you told me a few years ago that I’d be sitting here excited about reconnecting with my ex-husband, I would’ve laughed and said, “Yeah, right.” Back then, we couldn’t even be in the same room without tension filling the air. But life has a funny way of humbling you and showing you what really matters. 

Today, I can honestly say it feels good. We can laugh, cut up, and joke again—but more importantly, we can be a shoulder for each other. That means the world to me because at one point, before the marriage fell apart, he was my best friend. He’s the father of my kids, and no matter what happened between us, that bond will always matter. 

What surprises me the most is how easy our friendship came back. FaceTiming, talking on the phone—it’s not awkward at all. It feels natural, like two people who’ve grown up, learned their lessons, and realized the value of peace. We can talk about everything: life, current relationships, and most importantly, how to do what’s best for our kids. And unlike before, we’re not fueled by jealousy, anger, or ego. We have boundaries now, and that makes all the difference. 

One thing that really touches me? He’s not just being friendly—he’s supportive. He knows I’m a good mom, and he’s never once challenged that. In fact, he wants to help me get the kids back home where they belong. That kind of growth and teamwork gives me hope. It shows me people can change for the better when they want to. 

Seeing him doing better than he probably ever has in his adult life puts me at peace. It proves healing is possible. It shows that co-parenting doesn’t have to feel like a battlefield—it can actually feel like a partnership when both people let go of the past and focus on what really matters: the kids. 

So, let me ask you this: 
➡️ Have you ever reached a point where you and your ex could put everything aside for the kids? 
➡️ Or are you still in that place where it’s nothing but tension and old wounds? 

Be honest—because at the end of the day, holding on to anger doesn’t just hurt you, it hurts the kids, too.  

Just for fun or even for your kiddos-- share a pic of you with your ex when being happy was a norm for ya'll (or the closest thing to it)

The Headache of Lawyers, Warrants, and Trying to Prove Yourself

Today has been one of those days—the kind where life reminds you that nothing in the legal system is simple. I never thought I’d be here stressing about hiring a lawyer just so my probation doesn’t get revoked… all because of something that happened while I was in the hospital back in March fighting serious health problems.

 

From what I understand, it might even be a clerical or paperwork mix-up. But, of course, mix that with my past mistakes—those failed drug screens when I first got out—and suddenly it feels like the whole weight of my past is stacked against me. Those weren’t the main reason for this hearing, but they definitely didn’t help.

 

The thing is, I have documentation—loads and loads of it—to show what really happened and that everything isn’t entirely my fault. If this were all on me, I’d own it. I have no problem taking accountability when it’s due. But this time, it’s not that simple.

 

Now the headache and stress of navigating the legal system is just beginning for me. Once this warrant gets lifted, I’ll finally be able to get so much of my life back on track. That’s the goal.

 

I’m going to post my journey as I go through this because I know I’m not the only one. If you’ve ever faced something like this—or even something that made you feel like the system was working against you—drop a comment or send me a message. I’d love to hear your story, your advice, or just your thoughts.

 

Here’s to fighting the battles no one sees and refusing to give up.

I AM STILL HERE ! ! ! !

 The cracks come quiet at first—

Hairline fractures in my thoughts.

A pressure building like thunder in my blood.

My hands shake,

My heartbeat riots,

And then—

I’m gone.

 

Gone into the blur,

Into the deep where the floor collapses

And the walls forget my name.

 

Pieces of me scatter like broken glass

Across a room no one else can enter.

Somewhere in the dark,

Other voices wake—

Ones that wear my face,

Ones that breathe my air,

Ones that live like thieves inside my bones.

 

I don’t know what they’ll take.

I don’t know what they’ll break.

And that terrifies me.

Because I love too hard

To hurt someone without knowing.

Because I’ve spent years building trust,

And I can burn it down in minutes I don’t remember.......